You can't manufacture a miracle The silence was pitiful that day. A love is getting too cynical Passion's just physical these days You analyze everyone you meet But get no sign, love ain't kind every night you admit defeat and cry yourself blind

If you can't wake up in the morning Cause your bed lies vacant at night If you're lost, hurt, tired or lonely Can't control it, try as you might May you find that love that won't leave you May you find it by the end of the day You won't be lost, hurt, tired and lonely Something beautiful will come your way

The DJ said on the radio Life should be stereo, each day In the past you cast the unsuitable Instead of some kind of beautiful, you just couldn't wait All your friends think you're satisfied But they can't see your soul no, no, no Forgot the time feeling petrified, when they lived alone